Adult Fiction A Kinsey Millhone Mystery Alphabetical series 4 books collection by Sue Grafton
E is for Evidence is the fifth in the Kinsey Millhone mystery series by Sue Grafton.
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I cherish my unmarried state. I’m female, twice divorced, no kids and no close family ties. I’m perfectly content to do what I do . . .
It was two days after Christmas when Kinsey Millhone received the bank slip showing a credit for five thousand dollars.
The account number was correct but Kinsey hadn’t made the deposit.
Then came the phone call and suddenly everything became clear. The frame-up was working and Kinsey was trapped . . .
F is for Fugitive is the sixth in the Kinsey Millhone mystery series by Sue Grafton.
My name is Kinsey Millhone. I’m thirty-two years old, twice married, no kids, currently unattached and likely to remain so given my disposition, which is cautious at best .
Seventeen years had passed since Jean Timberlake’s body had been found at the foot of the sea wall.
At the time, Bailey Fowler, an ex-boyfriend of hers, pleaded guilty to voluntary manslaughter. Now he’d changed his tune.
Kinsey Millhone is called in to solve the case – then she stumbles on the dark secrets of a family’s buried past . . .
G is for Gumshoe is the seventh in the Kinsey Millhone mystery series by Sue Grafton.
For the record, the name is Kinsey Millhone. Private investigator. One hundred and eighteen pounds of female in a five-foot six-inch frame. Just turned thirty-three (after what seemed like an interminable twelve months of being thirty-two) . . .
Three things happened on May 5, the day everyone sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to Kinsey Millhone.
The repairs were completed on her apartment, and she moved back in. She was hired by Mrs Clyde Gersh to bring her mother back from the Mojave Desert.
And lastly, a real surprise. The news that she’d made one of the top slots on Tyrone Patty’s hit list . .
H is for Homicide is the eighth in the Kinsey Millhone mystery series by Sue Grafton.
It was one of those occasions when I suddenly realised how happy I was. I was female, single, with money in my pocket . . . I had nobody to answer to and no ties to speak of. As usual I’d forgotten how surges of goodwill merely presage bad news.
After a three-week-long investigation, Kinsey couldn’t wait to get home.
